In Friendship and Loneliness


Author’s Note: This is…well, I don’t really know how to explain this post. But it is an attempt at honesty on my part. Not shaming, not condemning, nothing like that. It’s just something that I need to purge from my soul. No one is under any obligation to read it.

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The Holiday Season is a time of joy and family and friends and all of that wonderful stuff. But it also one of the easiest seasons in which to feel loneliness pressing in. That feeling of being alone in the crowd. That’s kind of where I am right now.

This is me feeling lonely. A lot of my formerly really close friendships just aren’t that close anymore due to distance, life changes, etc., and I know that’s a part of life and the passage of time. But I also feel that some of my current friendships are just incidental and not as close or meaningful as I’d like them to be, though I feel like I’m trying very hard. That may just be my view, however, and maybe, when viewed from the outside, I could very well be wrong; but I really feel like I’m trying. I don’t want grade school friendships anymore, friendships that have a ceiling that is, when all is said and done, inconsequential and not rooted in understanding, honesty, or something meaningful. It’s just…loneliness. I know that probably sounds selfish and childish but it’s just where my head is right now.

I personally hate it when I’m blindsided by this because then I just can’t shake it, which why I’m here right now. So, that being said, if you’re not interested, you don’t have to stick around and read the rest of this post. But, if you feel like this, I want you to know that you aren’t really alone, at least not in feeling the way you do.

In all honesty, it’s just hard to feel like I reach and reach and reach and then have to just sit and wait. To give people their space, give them the chance to reach back, and all that. But, the longer I wait, the less I’m convinced that people actually care. That may be really mean but that’s what was in my head when I woke up this morning.  You know, when I actually think about it honestly, I know that there are people who care, who love me, and who reach out to me. But, when I get deep into my own head and heart like this, it just feels like the not’s overwhelm everything else.  I try to keep this in mind: that a good number of my friends have a similar temperament to my own and we tend to retreat inward rather than reach out. It might be for fear of rejection or, maybe ever more the worse, of silence. I try to remember that and be understanding/empathetic of it and patient.

I know that, all things considered, my personal situation is, in some ways, much easier than that of some of my friends, at least currently (at least in terms of time,  work, and the like), and I try to keep that in mind, too, when I start to spiral. Sometimes the perspective helps, but sometimes not. Feelings are sometimes not so easily banished by logic. At the same time, however, I don’t want to chance annoying people by being constantly there at their hip, figuratively speaking, and bugging them or something. I know that other people have very busy lives of their own and, even while I do want some attention (I’d be lying if I said I didn’t) and to feel important, I often feel guilty for being just one more thing to deal with at times. I know that probably most of my friends and the people I know would say that I’m not ‘just one more thing’ but tell that to my psyche, which has an awful lot of time on its hands sometimes.

It is honestly hard for me to go out and make friends of my own sometimes. It’s a vulnerability that makes me nervous and, frankly, scared. A goodly portion of my current friend-base I have met through my husband, at least over the past few years. Yes, there are a few exceptions. Because of that, however, I sometimes feel a little peripheral. (I don’t blame him. He is pretty awesome, kind of why I married him, you know.) I know that it’s probably not entirely true but it’s how it feels sometimes.

In short, I think and feel a lot and I don’t always like it or know how to put it into words. (And sometimes I put it into way too many words.) And, even though I may feel so, I know I’m not the only one who feels this way every now and again. So…whoever you are, wherever you are, I just want you to know that you aren’t alone, however you may feel it. Don’t give up. Cry if you need to. Vent, scream, talk, write. But don’t give up. Keep reaching, keep trying, keep being brave and vulnerable. There are people who care for you, people who feel for you, love you, and think you valuable. There are people who will reach back, as I am being reminded today. And thank you.

‘Tis the Season


Today is December 1st but I wasn’t feeling it at all. Of course, that could have been due to the extremely busy morning I had. However, once we made it to church and started singing hymns, it was brought home  to me most powerfully that we are in the Christmas season. And it made my heart warm. I love Christmas hymns and all the memories that they invoke when I hear/sing them. I remember 22 years of singing those hymns and Chrismas songs with family and friends, in choir, in church, and around the house, and how it raised my spirits and filled me with that unmistakable “feeling” that is the Christmas season to me. I know that Christmas is more than songs, decorations, gifts, etc., but there is something about the music that just makes me FEEL Christmas-y.

Our neighbors are putting up their lights. I, in my turn,  will get my tree and decorations up this week and start wrapping presents (though they will be hidden away until Christmas Eve because my daughter likes to eat paper and is mobile enough to get her hands on a present before Mommy notices). Time for the Christmas candles and little touches of winter here and there throughout my house. Christmas parties, dinners, and gifts for friends.

Yep. ‘Tis the Season!

NaBoPoMo Day 30: And Here We Are


With a wonderful way to end a month of blogging. The below is a post on the Facebook page of The Well Written Woman Blog:

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ATTENTION PLEASE! Today is the day to announce our#WritingContest winners! There were so many amazing stories submitted! We definitely have the most talented fans on the internet! Thank you all so much for your submissions!
*drum roll*
The winners are…
1st: And the Pieces Move – Melissa Snyder
2nd: Waking up in 1913 – Holly Bowers
3rd: A Change of Heart – Chelsea Grieve
1st Runner Up: Tigger: A Meowmoir – Anne Lundgren
2nd Runner Up: Dove Sky – Anne Krause
Keep an eye on your inboxes for prizes! Your stories will be published next week!
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*does a happy dance* So awesome! I read that post just after midnight last night and jumped out of bed to do a happy dance. I worked really hard on that short story and thoroughly enjoyed it, and I am so glad that they did, too. I will definitely post a link as soon as it’s published.
Thank you, Well-Written Woman!

NaBloPoMo Day 29: Black Friday


I am not a huge Black Friday shopper. My mom is. My mom and aunts and grandma would be in Florida for Thanksgiving and be up at 4am/5am at Walmart and then on to the mall. When I would join them while I was in college, I always told them that I was sleeping in and I’d call Dad when I was awake and dressed and ready to meet them. Not a bad story all round, maybe even a little funny.

But there is a sad side to that. This time of the year has become hard for my family because it is at Thanksgiving that my family experiences losses two years in a row. The year that I cited above, on my way to meet my mom, Dad got a call from my aunt, telling us that my grandfather had passed away. It was a fast and very painful five months, Papa having been diagnosed with a brain tumor only that July. It cast a pall over the entire day and I was home a week later for the viewing and funeral.

The following year, we lost one of my aunts around the same time, her four-year battle with cancer finally over.

So, while Thanksgiving is a wonderful time of year, it also carries a shadow of loss with it for me. I miss my grandfather; the last picture I have with him was my baptsim the summer he was diagnosed. I was baptized before going on a 9-week missions trip to Russia. I’m wrapped in a towel, leaning against my grandfather, with his arm around me, and my cousin’s sippy cup in his other hand. It is one of the few pictures that I have with my grandfather and the last, but definitely the most beautiful. I wish he was here to play with his great-granddaughter, see her pictures and the videos that I take of her.

I miss my aunt Norma. I miss her ambition and her ingenuity and her love of finer things. She survived Hurricane Ivan and the devestation that it rained upon the Cayman Islands and worked tirelessly afterward to make sure that the residents got what they needed (she worked at the Port Authority) and, after such heroic giving of herself, her health failed. I was in grad school at the time and the night she passed away, I felt something in my heart, like a tugging to say goodbye. So, as I laid in my bed, I spoke softly, just for my aunt Norma and did what I had not had the chance to do for my grandpa: I said goodbye. Sure enough, the next day, my mother called to tell me that Norma had passed away.

This year, I am thankful for health and safety for my family and for the love that they have given me.

 

NaBloPoMo Day 27: Thanksgiving


No, it’s not “Turkey Day”. It’s THANKSGIVING.

While we should be thankful each and every day, Thanksgiving Day is set aside particularly for that instance. As I think back over the past year, I know that I have a great deal to be thankful for, namely for a daughter who is hale and hearty and happy, a husband who works hard every single day to do what he needs to as well as what he feels he ought to or is led to do, and for the chance to be able to focus the majority of my time and energy to raising my daughter for at least her first year.

This year I am looking forward to Thanksgiving. I am looking forward to hearing my daughter’s voice babble around her grandparents’ house, to watch her toddle a few steps here and there to Grandma and Grandpa. I am looking forward to listening to my husband chat with his family. I’m just looking forward to the feeling of home and just sitting on the couch quietly for a little while.

NaBloPoMo Day 26: A New Quest


So I am embarking upon a brand new quest in my life: writing a Christmas pagaent. As our first Christmas with Ben as a new pastor approaches, I am charged with putting together the pagaent for the Christmas Eve service. This being a Quaker church, I figure the simpler, the better. So several of the ladies and I decided tonight on a pagaent that will include a narration of the Nativity story, broken up into sections, with the youth group children (and perhaps a few adults) tableau-ing each section with maybe one or two lines said after the narration. So that leaves me with writing up the narration and sectioning it out this week so that the youth group kids can begin preparing next week.

I will admit to feeling woefully unprepared for this and inadequate to the task. I have performed in many a Christmas play/cantata in my lifetime but have never ever planned one myself. So I am praying that this will go well and be something that will be edifying to our congregration and glorifying to God as we celebrate this Christmas season.

NaBloPoMo Day 25: The Best Things


And now I’m in a “White Christmas” mood. Every year, our family kicks off the Christmas season by watching “White Christmas” after dinner on Thanksgiving Day. It is a tradition that I married into and now proudly and happily call my own. 🙂

But I remember when Ben and I would randomly slow dance in my dorm room while we were dating, or when we took that ballroom dancing class together (the waist is a waste of time!). It was one of those sweet little things that, in my mind, made a big difference. I had never danced with anyone before Ben and so, to me, it was an incredibly intimate and sweet thing.

Sometimes, he still draws me close in the living room and dances with me when he gets the bent and a song we love is on the tv or the computer. It’s love and it still makes a big impact.

NaBloPoMo Day 23: Poetic Memories


My husband sent me this the other day with a note asking, “Remember those times I kissed you goodnight?” Indeed, those kisses would knock me for a loop. I barely remembered to get off the elevator at my floor the first night we kissed. ❤

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Just Because
by Natalie Dorsch

I walked up the door,
shut the stairs,
said my shoes,
took off my prayers,
turned off my bed,
got into the light,
all because
you kissed me goodnight.